Standing there, watching the evening’s magic act. The sun burst into splashes of gold, crimson, and violet as she hit the horizon. Out of nowhere, she changed into her white gown, and began to ascend into a new sky. She lit a silver carpet on the ocean’s surface, one that led straight to me.
Was she calling me, asking me to follow her path, one that led to the edge of the world, that led to the edge of me? Would I find my own avatars when I got there? Would I understand the different shades, the various shapes I personified? Would I know the secret to my own magic act?
I watch my avatar swimming in the waves. I wonder what she looks like. Is she the classic mermaid of fairytales? Does she resemble me in form, in thought? Did I invent her to reach the horizon, to look over the edge of my destiny, before I get there?
The horizon is where the water meets the sky, where the moon meets the sun, where the mermaid meets you. It came to me, as I was silently falling asleep last night. It is an illusion, created by me for an answer, the answer to my existence, to my purpose…
1 comment:
...such a lovely metaphorical way to describe the moon... :)
...i don't think i'll forget this one...
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